The Faded Quadrant

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The ink was still wet when Arthur Vane turned the page, the smell of iron gall sharp and metallic against the stale air of the counting room, but the figures he had balanced at four o’clock were gone, replaced by a sum that was three pounds heavier than he had calculated, a discrepancy that sat in the margin like a stone in his shoe. He rubbed his eyes, the skin there tight and dry from the...

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